With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 112 Tantric Ritual, Cultivating Killing Intent

Meng Chuan smashed several more wooden stakes. The destructive power of the Beng Quan was too great. If he really let go and fight, the floor of the martial arts school would be bare in just two days.

Thinking of this, he looked at the iron core pile next to him.

"No, I can't penetrate the iron core, so I can't observe the effects of different force application methods."

Just then, Le Ping walked over with Meng Chuan's cup in his hand.

"Brother Chuan'er, have some water and take a break. You've been fighting all afternoon, you need to balance work and rest."

Looking at Le Ping approaching, Meng Chuan suddenly had a bold idea.

He casually picked up the soft protective armor lying on the ground. This was what other low-level martial arts students wore to prevent injury during sparring.

Meng Chuan walked straight to Le Ping with the armor in hand, and then put it on him.

"Brother Ping, I've never asked you for anything, have I? Could you do me a favor? I just need to practice for a little while."

Changyuefang Subdistrict.

At Chen Tie's home.

In early August, Meng Chuan went on summer vacation with the martial arts students in their second year of high school.

He had made an agreement with teacher Chen Tie while he was in school.

As long as the other party is alright, I will meet him at his house every morning at nine o'clock.

Chen Tie's living room was quite large. Meng Chuan lifted the two-meter-wide glass coffee table in the middle of the living room with one hand and moved it to the wall for easy access later.

Time passes slowly.

After helping Meng Chuanpai finish his match, Chen Tie also started taking off his vest.

His original intention was not to work overtime, but to enjoy a wonderful summer vacation without having to help Meng Chuanpai.

But Meng Chuanshuo also said that he could help himself with acupuncture, and the effect was particularly good. The acupoints were also stimulated very thoroughly, and it was very effective.

So he agreed, since it's not cheap to hire a rapper outside these days.

As Chen Tie undressed, he said suspiciously:

"I possess the Eight Gates of Qi and Blood, plus the Iron Shirt Technique at its peak. Can you possibly withstand my attacks?"

Meng Chuan remained silent, only moving his wrists.

A moment later, Meng Chuandao said:
"Hey buddy, stand up straight."

Chen Tie was full of questions, but he still obeyed Meng Chuan's words and stood up straight, like a wooden stake.

"You know the acupoints for Iron Shirt, right? Don't hit the wrong ones."

Before he could finish speaking, Meng Chuan took a quick step forward with his right foot and approached Chen Tie, then delivered a powerful palm strike!

"Ah! Damn it!"

Chen Tie let out a wolf howl, his back throbbing with pain as he curled up into a shrimp-like shape.

In Meng Chuan's mind, his proficiency with the Bengquan (崩拳) technique increased by 1.

"Cool!"

Seeing that the teacher's expression was not right, he quickly smiled awkwardly and tried to appease him:
"I'm sorry, Master Tie, I didn't control my strength well. Let's try again."

Chen Tie rubbed his waist and stood up straight again. He could indeed feel something in his Iron Shirt acupoints, so he decided to give Meng Chuan another chance.

"What have I ever done to you? Why are you using so much force? Go easy on me, save your strength, it'll take half an hour."

Meng Chuan was overjoyed; he could gain a lot of proficiency in half an hour.

"Is the Iron Master ready? My strike isn't going well. I haven't mastered the power of my shots. Please give me feedback so I can adjust."

The cracking sound of wrists rang out continuously as Chen Tie unleashed his full power of the Beng Quan (a type of fist technique) without reservation!
"The tactile feedback from real people is much better than wooden stakes and soft armor, and there's also real voice feedback."

"The pressure is too weak, and the acupoints are not stimulated enough."

"Hey, hey, it's too big, you need to control it."

Half an hour later, both of them were overjoyed, and Meng Chuan helped Teacher Chen Tie apply a skin-regenerating ointment to his back.

The process of applying the medicine was quite painful, and Chen Tie's mouth twitched.

"Xiao Meng, your iron arm training has really paid off. Your strength is quite penetrating. Your acupoints are throbbing right now."

"It's working well, shall we continue tomorrow?"

"continue!"

As the effects of the Tantric oil on his arms began to evaporate, Meng Chuan felt an itchy, peeling sensation on his arms.

Looking at the panel again, he instantly realized that Domo Iron Arm was about to break through.

After helping Chen Tie finish applying the paint, Meng Chuan quickly walked to the side.

He took out a special incense he had prepared in advance and a gray-brown scroll of scripture from his bag, on which was printed a line of large characters: The Sutra of Rebirth in the Western Chu Dynasty (in pinyin).

At that moment, Chen Tie was applying medicine to his stomach and did not notice Meng Chuan's actions.

He laid out his things one by one and sat cross-legged on the futon.

"Master Tie, don't speak right now, keep quiet."

When a practitioner of Tantric martial arts achieves a breakthrough in their spiritual level, they need to complete a series of preparatory steps.

He then lit incense and began reciting scriptures in pinyin, which he could not understand at all.

Hearing Meng Chuan chattering incessantly, Chen Tie finally stopped applying the medicine and looked up at him in confusion.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?"

Meng Chuan didn't speak; the whole process couldn't be interrupted by talking. He made a shushing gesture to Chen Tie.

Ten minutes later, a notification sounded in my mind.

[Tama Iron Arm: Mastery (99%) → Grand Mastery (1%) Awaiting Breakthrough]

Once the ritual was complete, Meng Chuan immediately blew out the incense, tossed the scriptures aside, and explained it to Chen Tie. Chen Tie was greatly shocked; he hadn't expected that Tantric martial arts would also involve metaphysics.

He couldn't help but give Meng Chuan a plea:

"You'd better practice less of this weird stuff in the future. There might really be gods in this world."

For example, most people in the Western Regions worship deities like Mahakala and Shiva; don't offend them and you'll get struck by lightning.

Seeing how Meng Chuan discarded the scriptures after using them, it was clear that he only treated them as cultivation tools, without any reverence, let alone faith.

Meng Chuan smiled and nodded to indicate that he understood.

Master Luo once spoke to him about this.

There is no God in this world!

Even if such beings exist, they would be extremely powerful, far exceeding ordinary comprehension, to be worthy of the title "god."

Meng Chuan agreed with Master Luo's words, he thought to himself.

"For example, the path of martial arts, the eighth limit that no one has yet set foot on."

The seventh major limit is called the Great Sage Realm. The first person to reach the eighth major limit, or even to break through the eighth limit and enter an unknown realm at an even higher level, could arguably be called a Martial God!

While their bodies were recovering from the fight, the two young martial artists chatted about their various fantasies about the God of War.

After their skin gradually regained sensation, the two reluctantly ended their conversation.

On the tram home, Meng Chuan watched the street scenes rushing by, his heart filled with anticipation.

He did a rough calculation.

If one can consistently travel by climbing ladders and taking small steps, the speed can be even faster than taking a tram.

But with the Silver Medal, transportation is free, so it's better to save that energy for boxing.

Half a month later.

Inside the Infinite Martial Arts Hall.

Meng Chuan stood firmly in front of the iron core stake. At this moment, he exuded an indescribable aura, like a fierce beast, ready to take the initiative in his punches!
In an instant, Meng Chuan moved, unleashing a series of powerful short-range punches at the wooden stake.

The crisp, resounding crackling of the blows echoed continuously; each punch landing on the wooden stake was imbued with a murderous intent.

As wood chips flew, fist marks left numerous dents on its iron core.

The power of willpower is profound and complex; even martial artists are constantly learning and trying to figure out how to control and use it.

Therefore, Meng Chuan, being a martial artist, could only choose to learn by analogy. As his understanding of the penetrating power of wood became more thorough, his application of killing intent also became more skillful.

At that moment, Luo Guanyun had just finished teaching a class to his members and came out for some fresh air.

Seeing Meng Chuan practicing his willpower against the wooden stake, he stepped forward to instruct him:
"Before you practice killing intent, you need to adjust your mindset. It's not about being so angry that you want to tear the other person apart."

Instead, try to slowly guide it to circulate within your body, treating it as a part of your body, allowing it to naturally dissipate.
It is a power that belongs solely to you; it cannot be summoned only when you are filled with negative emotions.
Actually, it has been in your body ever since the day you discovered it.

"It sounds mysterious, but watch my demonstration carefully, like this."

Luo Guanyun put down his teacup and began to teach him step by step.

After a moment, Meng Chuan began to understand what Master Luo meant.

"There's no need to deliberately activate it; just let it attach naturally and treat it as a passive skill."

Thinking to himself, Meng Chuan casually threw a punch at the wooden stake.

Very well, the attachment failed as expected; there wasn't a trace of killing intent.
"Master Luo, I'll practice a little longer myself. You should go and rest first."

Luo Guanyun took a sip of hot tea, then said calmly:

"It's okay, you practice yours, I'll give you some guidance as a break."

Those blockheads can't even understand a basic fist technique; if you really put them into practicing "Dragon Meditation," they'd never even get past the basics.

"By the way, I haven't asked you lately, have you made any progress?"

Meng Chuan said helplessly:
"You've already mastered it."

Luo Guanyun encouraged him:

"Not bad. Remember to practice when you have time to rest; it can also help you relax."

"Alright, keep punching, come at me."

Meng Chuan clasped his hands and said:
"I have offended Master Luo."

Faced with Meng Chuan's attack, Luo Guanyun waved his hands like the wind, effortlessly deflecting each attack.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from behind. Meng Chuan flicked his wrist, changing his palm into a fist, and shot straight out from his hidden waist. The crisp sound of the fist striking Luo Guanyun's abdomen was the sound of the fist striking him.

Luo Guanyun looked pleased, turned to the side to dodge, and grabbed Meng Chuan's fist as he pulled it back.

"Is this a Bengquan (Crushing Fist)? It looks like it's reached its full potential, with an indomitable momentum."

Luo Guanyun gently pushed Meng Chuan's fist back.

"Try this one, Master Luo."

Meng Chuan mustered his strength, and crackling sounds came from his body. Veins, like the roots of an old tree, wrapped around his blood vessels, making him look particularly fierce between the bulging muscle grooves. All four of his hard skills were unleashed at full power at the same time!

Immediately afterwards, he stomped his foot, his burly body flipped over and shook the ground, and he pounced on Luo Guanyun like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

The distance of three zhang (approximately 10 meters) can be covered in an instant.

Meng Chuan's powerful muscles did not become a burden on his speed, but rather provided him with even more explosive power.

His left arm trembled like a spring, deflecting Luo Shi's blocking right hand. Then, he gripped his right palm sideways and grabbed out with a whistling sound, a hint of killing intent swirling in his palm.

Luo Guanyun retreated rapidly, using his elbow to block Meng Chuan's palm strike.

Feeling the slight tingling sensation in his arm, he knew that his disciple's palm strike was truly masterful!

(End of this chapter)